Chapter 727: [Rampage (2)]

The monster felt terrified.

However, at this moment, suddenly, the silver-haired demon in front of him turned his head and took a glance at him. Just that single glance made the bear-headed demon felt his body freeze up, as though he had plummeted into a frozen cavern. An innate sense of fear rose up from his heart, as though he was facing a nemesis he could never defeat.

He subconsciously wanted to abandon his war hammer and flew backward. However, the silver-haired demon suddenly moved. His speed was so fast that bear headed failed to react in time. All he saw was a blur before the demon stood on his shoulders. Furthermore, one hand had gripped his arm. The demon widened its bear’s eyes and felt a baffling sense of panic. However, for some reason, his body had turned stiff in his spot, preventing him from moving.

Then, the silver-haired boy's bloody hand that held his arm moved upwards!

Crack!! Baaaaaaang!!!

All he saw was a thick limb that was thrown high into the sky.

Blood began to spew out suddenly like a bursting water pipe.

As the deluge of blood spurted out, the pain began to overwhelm him.

“Gyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!” The bear headed demon let out a painful cry. He found it unbelievable that a causal movement made by the lithe tiny figure would rip his arm out. He knows full well how strong his physical body was…!

His body was much more invulnerable than a Nemean Lion’s skin and even a dragon would praise him for the toughness of his skin.

He did not sit on the throne as one of the Top Malebranche for countless years for nothing!

But now…

His arm was ripped off as if the demon before him was just pulling grass from the ground.

It was so fast that the pain did not transmit to his brains in time.

However, its nightmare had only just begun. The Bear demon seemed to have heard some cold sneer and then, the little figure suddenly leaped from his shoulders and agilely circled around his arms and climbed to his back. Immediately, his back turned cold, as though a foreign object had been inserted into his body. What followed was an excruciating pain that nearly caused him to faint. It felt like something inside of him had been separated.

The other demons and fallen angels stared at the scene aghast. Horror died their expressions as, the bear headed demon cried out in pain as he slammed his left hand towards his back, but before his arm reached the halfway mark, the boy had grabbed his entire arm. With a twist against the joint, the arm was dislocated and severed.

The repeated blows of extreme pain made him howl in pain. His demonic power which was his pride for countless years has now become a horror for him as it prevented him from fainting. And at that moment, something seemed to drop down from the sky, crashing into his foot. In response, he knelt to the ground and when he lowered his head to take a look, he realized that it was a bloodied vertebral bone!

The horrifying demon had climbed behind him, and in an instant, ripped a portion of his vertebral bone out!

No, that was no mere demon at all, but a terrifying devil, a true devil covered in human skin.

Just as the bear headed demon had furious and horrified thoughts, the handsome devil's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Lips curling upwards as the demon prince crouched nonchalantly in front of him, smiling strangely, and then before the bear headed demon could say anything—he saw a pair of frail and thin-looking hands that were stained in blood had already pierced his abdomen.

The Bear Headed Demon immediately felt the presence of a form of despair. He yelled, "No, no, no, no..."

“Spare—!!”

However, it was of no use. The pair of hands did not hesitate as they easily stabbed deeper into his abdomen and pulled outwards. Sticky intestines began extending out like rope and were cut midway. His liver and lungs began to spew out the next second after they were pulverized.

"Ah Ah Ah Ah..."

The Bear Headed demon gave a cry of despair. His body was being torn apart piece by piece and the pain was much more intense than being sliced to pieces by a sword. Furthermore, the pain came too quickly and suddenly. What followed was even more agonizing.

Everyone was shocked by this horrifying spectacle. Suddenly they felt a heavy pressure billow towards them, causing them to feel stifled.

"Soul...Suppression?"

Some high-level demons exclaimed in horror. Although most of the high-level demons in this place were among the elites of Hell, and thus their power level was extremely high, they were still unable to withstand the pressure of the Soul Suppression which came from Allen!

Their bodies stiffening as if they were petrified.

All the demons in the vicinity felt like they turned into rats or toads and a large snake was standing before them. Or probably this is the feeling of a mere peasant in front of a Heavenly King!

“Damn it! This monster!!”

“How is this possible!? Why is this monster so strong?!”

“He…! He is a true monster!!”

The demons cry one after another in horror. Allen’s power had suddenly been enhanced to this point. His strength and speed were a far cry from before. And what made the demons appalled was how Allen was on a killing spree like a devil. Everything in his path was killed without care and most of all, in a very barbarous way…!

Even Asmodeus could not help but cover her mouth. Although she was a demon as well and had countless moments of cruelness shown to her enemies, she still found it highly impactful when she saw Allen doing it without care with her own eyes.

At the same time, she felt remorse while her heart ached for her beloved and usually gentle and loving master.

… …

Fortunately, the battle didn’t last for too long as the forces of the Demons were immediately routed after two to three hours of the massacre.

When the demons, monsters, and fallen angels turned around and run, Allen’s murderous also lost its direction and slowly subsided.

"Mas...ter?"

Asmodeus gradually walked towards Allen who was now standing without care or words amidst the mountain of corpses and rivers of blood around him. He was still standing, as waiting for something or someone, even the Snow Phoenix was hovering above him didn’t say anything.

To this state, Asmodeus felt somehow apprehensive. Her heart beating wildly in worry. Even though the silver hair and the blood had changed her master’s appearance, and although his cold and breathless state had wiped off all signs of the master she had loved and treasured, she could still know and understand that this ‘killing monster’ was the master she loved and adored—that no matter what had happened to him, she would still not care and stay by his side, till the end of the world…!

"Master."

She lightly whispered his name once again.

She was now less than ten meters away from him.

However, her master; Allen did not give her any response. Allen was still standing, head raised as if staring at something from the distance—his beautiful red eyes gleaming solemnly, but without emotion. The menacing black tattoos were already become clearer, covering his neck running up until his cheeks, where flame-like markings could be seen converging towards the corner of his eyes.

The two pairs of accursed horns; a pair at each side pointing forward, while another pair was pointing upwards. Glossy feathery black wings on his back and the chains and hanging from the shackles on each of his wrists and ankles were now extremely long enough that it was dragging on the ground.

Clink! Clank! noises echoed as it swayed in the breeze.

Walking towards him, Asmodeus frowned slightly as the nauseating smell of blood caused her to look around her to witness the hellish scene of dismembered limbs everywhere. Although as a demon; blood and carnage like this was nothing for her. But still, to see this kind of scene at this moment was still a very hard-to-stomach spectacle even for her. Up to that point in time, the scenes were still reverberating in its mind, like a nightmare.

"Master!"

Once again, Asmodeus shouted out his name a third time with a raised voice.

Finally, or perhaps, indeed, the silver-haired devil lowered its head slowly.

Its ice-cold eyes reflected her figure.

Icy Cold gaze, that which is devoid of warmth stared at Asmodeus. Asmodeus even have an urge to stop walking due to the fear that suddenly aroused within her mind the moment those eyes landed on her.

What am I thinking…!! This is her Master! My beloved Master!!

But Asmodeus instead admonished herself for acting like a coward and walked towards Allen without stop.

After a few seconds, she was finally less than a meter away from Allen, who was still looking at her with an empty gaze. Probably wondering what she was doing…

Asmodeus stared at the glazed eyes that could not hide their emptiness. She only felt her heartache painfully for him. She could clearly sense that Allen’s body at this very moment exuded a coldness. So cold she felt as if she was being submerged in the deep of the Cocytus.

The originally warm embrace was now as cold as an icy cavern.

But even so, she still stretched both her hands out to hug his waist. She hugged her beloved master tightly and did so with even greater strength as if she was using all of her strength to merge his body into her own, or fuse into his soul.

Even though the blood-stained evil god’s hand was holding onto her shoulders forcefully.

Even though death might descend upon her at the very next moment if ever the ‘wrath’ of Allen had not yet subsided and might turn towards her.

Even so, she still hugged him tightly and passionately called out his name.

“My Master…!”

Such an act was not about giving up her life, nor was it to search for the final warmth in life, trying to sacrifice herself to wake her beloved master up from this hellish nightmare.

It was not all that heroic… nor all that complicated!

It was all just because of a simple reason.

The reason why she did not attempt to flee or let him be but instead hugged him tightly was not that she was disregarding all that things at this moment, all negative possibilities that may occur, and that she was confident that he wouldn't do anything against her. But because she trusted her beloved master.

The master she loved and treasured all her life!

The master she could give her life and world without any hesitation—

She firmly believed in Allen and believed that even though he had transformed into an inhumane devil or some kind of a cruel bloodthirsty Evil God, Allen would not harm her.

Allen would never point his claws at her…!

Allen would protect her…!

Such a 'belief' filled the Demon Prince of Lust emotions.

One could call it simple-minded or one could also call it foolish.

"Master."

She gently called out his name in an impassioned manner.

—Asmodeus lips curled upwards, her face beaming with happiness that could never be described in words…!

The bloody hands that held her shoulders did not rip her into two like one who the scene of the devil’s slaughter and rampage would have expected. Instead, after raising his arms, the arms finally fell to the sides slowly and reached Asmodeus slender waist before they gently hugged her.

Feeling his arms around her, so tightly, so passionate—

Asmodeus heart felt as if it was being lifted to the nine heavens.

I knew it…!

Master…loves me!

And because of that, no matter what happens, he would never let any harm befalls upon me…!

Amidst the 'hell' that was strewn with blood and minced meat, the Demon Prince of Lust and the horrifying demon that made the demon world trembled, were hugging each other tightly.

The moon’s ‘wrath’ last light rouged a beautiful tinge to the firmaments.

The Lion gave one last roar; a roar lacked savageness but instead seemed to be full of gentleness.

The duo did not separate from their embrace as they waited for the impending night and the tomorrow that was no longer very distant.

"Master, it’s all fine now. So you can now take a rest, it'll all be fine after you sleep."

Asmodeus, smiling gently, raised her hand and gently caressed Allen’s hair while speaking as if she was delivering a somniloquy. She gently caressed her beloved master’s face. If it was not done by a beautiful girl to a boy, it would look like a creepy sexual predator doing as he pleased to a motionless doll.

“Hm…”

A small voice rang out, startling Asmodeus. After a moment of surprise, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold Allen's raised hand. He woke up?! Asmodeus felt that her pounding heart was racing faster and faster. However, after that one word, there was nothing else, before Asmodeus saw Allen’s head fell straight onto her neck then sliding onto her voluptuous breasts. It looked like he was smothering himself with her breasts.

Asmodeus held Allen’s head and let her chest be his pillow before she slowly sat up.

"Rest well, Master..."Asmodeus gently caressed Allen’s hair. Her voice was warm and gentle, and her expression was even tenderer. Then, she finally heaves a sigh of relief when Allen’s demonic transformation slowly returned to normal, his black marks, horns, wings, tail, and iron shackles, fading.

Asmodeus caressed the hair of her beloved master, who was resting on her chest as if she was caressing a treasure more important than her life. With a gentle look in her eyes, she suffused a warm smile on her lips.

Her gentle-looking gaze and the faint smile on her lips all alluded to her true feelings.

As long as you’re okay…

All is fine…

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